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    brightly-hued green eyes watched as a dusty brown rodent peaked out of a rock nearby the apprentice's den and was every so slowly inching away from its cover. her pink tongue slipped out of her maw and flicked up to lick her lips. she hadn't woken up a long time ago, cherishing the extra hours of sleep she received due to today being a break day from training. sleepiness was still tugging at her body and especially her eyes, but the scent of some stupid mouse seemed to easily get rid of the sluggishness within her. the mouse didn't seem to know where it was nor the danger lurking just a few inches away from it. the munchkin slowly rose from her laying position and then got into a reading pounce. she shook slightly in excitement at the idea of the entire clan praising her from her catch. now that's the recognition she needed and not one of some idiot apprentice mistaken as a kit.


    the mouse had stopped at a certain point to smell the air, but it once again didn't run away. perhaps its nose was busted if it couldn't even smell her. it began its trek across the ground below and sheeppaw didn't hesitate once it was practically right in front of her. she pushed herself harshly off the ground and let out a yowl. yet... nothing happened- or at least what she wanted to do didn't happen. instead her forepaw snagged on a root poking out of the ground (how hadn't she noticed it before?) and with her push off the ground, had left her letting out another screech and slamming into the ground as the root tightened around her. she could hear the mouse running away as she stayed planted on the ground, entire body aching and face burning with embarrassment. quickly she scrambled up and tugged her paw out of the root. sheeppaw then raised a dark gray paw and rubbed at her sore muzzle. with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl on her face, she looked at the place where she last saw the damn mouse.


    "mousedung! that damn mouse ruined everything! i swear i'm going to hunt it down and kill it's entire family..." she winced as her nose started to trickle some blood at an agonizingly slow pace, "... or not..."

    a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning ― ★

    the loud laugh of another small cat rang out from inside the apprentice den. whirlkit had been in there checking it out, as that would be his new resting place as soon as his injuries were healed enough to begin his apprentice training. "that mouse was right in front of you, how could you have missed it?" the yellow tom purred in amusement. as he sashayed closer to the she-cat, he noticed her nose was bleeding, and his smile faded. "oh, uhh, are you okay?" he asked more softly, pinning his ears back apologetically.

    ooc: omg i love sheep she's my fave <33


    Witness to the whole incident, the chaotic tom smirked a distance away. Had Sheeppaw honestly just missed that mouse? It'd been right in front of her nose! Jeez, what were they teaching apprentices nowadays? Not bothering to hide his clear amusement at the situation, Whitepaw strutted forth, adding insult to injury, "I'm not going to lie to you; that was one awful display. I bet Whirlkit here could do better!" Tipping his head to the kit beside him, he offered a wink of encouragement, knowing full well it wouldn't be long before he got a chance to show his stuff. Whitepaw hadn't present much as of late, but even he could have done something so basic.

    The small, curly furred she cat had been curled up in a pile of fallen leaves at the base of a barren birch tree, her head tail and feet tucked up so people might think she was only a wad of tan colored wool discarded, windblown in the woods. At the sounds of her clanmates nearby, she stirred, startled awake, not wanting the thunderclanners to know she had been dozing on the hunt. Who in starclan falls asleep on a hunting patrol?? I only sat down to rest for one minute... What is WRONG with me?? She silently scolded herself. In reality, she had hardly slept a wink from her anxiety keeping her up, pacing back and forth between the dirt place and the tunnel and the apprentices den. She spotted two of her denmates and Whirlkit chatting, their breath turning to vapour and dissipating in the crisp, cold air.

    ⋆~Light's bio~⋆


    ✧----~ "For starclan's sake you two shut up!" Lightningpaw exclaimed, irritated as she pushed her way through the bushes, brought on by the mockery she heard. Normally, she was all for joining in, but all their laughter was scaring off the rest of the prey! That and, y'know, Sheeppaw was...doing her best.......and such. "Of course she's okay, bleeding out the nose is just an ordinary occasion for any cat!" she chimed sarcastically, shooting both toms hard glares before slinking her way to Sheeppaw's side. She looked over the ebony molly, before asking, her voice just a little bit less gruff - JUST A LITTLE BIT - "Still up for hunting down that mouse's family?" the question was meant to be "are you okay?" but Lightning wasn't once for being so forward with her concern. Even f it was Sheeppaw. She frowned, wanting rather badly to help wipe away the blood from her clan-mate's nose and drag her off to see the medicine cat there and then.

    But Sheeppaw might beat her up for that.

    Would it be worth it anyway?

    Probably.




    TAGS

    For a fraction of a second, he gaped at Lightningpaw. His attitude-prone, snarky aunt being... nice. What in the Dark Forest was that about? Raising an eyebrow, he flicked his gaze between the two she-cats briefly and opened his jaws to say something before it hit him. The real reason Light was being so spectacular. A knowing smirk lining his dark muzzle, the color-point tom chimed in a faintly sincere tone, "Sorry, Thunder. I was just joking."


    Then, drawing pale ice eyes to examine the mostly-fur cat before him, he prompted to Sheeppaw, "You ain't going to bleed out from that bump on the nose, ey?" It was unlikely, but he was making an effort. There weren't too many circumstances for Whitepaw to practice sympathy with nowadays. Besides, he was relatively out of practice after being a hermit for a few moons. Not that was an actual excuse, he supposed.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — one of her pink paw pads pressed lightly on her aching ebony nose and scowled as it was stained with the crimson liquid. it wasn't weird that sheeppaw would get a nosebleed, stupidly-received or not. what was weird was the fact that the stream of blood was still coming out of her both nostrils. most wouldn't last as long as 10 seconds before stopping, but this one kept going. despite the realization, sheeppaw wasn't too concerned about this. instead, she was more concerned over the methods on how to find that stupid mouse and rip its guts out for making her do that stupid shit. she just hoped nobody else had seen that embarrassing display.


    she was clearly wrong on hoping for such a thing.


    the laughter coming behind her caused the molly to whip her face to the side and see the small form of whirlkit come out with an amused look. instead of giving him the satisfaction of her being clearly embarrassed over it, all she did was glare green daggers at him, "i got stuck on a root, kid, simple as that. you can't even hunt yet so you shouldn't even talk about it." she sneered. her pissed off look only grew to more anger as the familiar voice of whitepaw popped in to add his own stupid opinion to it all. "oh shut up! the kid probably would let the damn mouse run over him rather than catch it's sorry ass. can't wait to see one of you two mess up as well and see how it feels, bleedin' nose and all... and n-"


    her rising voice was cut off by lightingpaw's own interjection. but instead of helping the two boys on their mission to point out her mistake, she instead bit back at them. her head, which had been facing the other two, turned to look at lighting (and give lightpaw a look to not even bother talking against her). much like whitepaw later on, her narrowed and burning eyes would dull down and widen at lighting's choice of words and tone. clear surprise was evident on sheep's face as the molly came closer to her side and continued to berate the boys. sheeppaw was also surprised that at this close proximity lighting didn't even bother to smack her upside the head for the mistake. instead she asked about the plans to kill the mouse's family with a tone sheeppaw knew was just less cross than anything she was used to from her. sheep had even forgotten about the nosebleed, which was still running and matting her fur, "of course i'm still up to committing that, but why in starclan's name do you care? it didn't do shit to you did it?" although her usual tone made the statement seem tense and unwelcoming, there was some sincere curiosity dripping from the words. there was a bundle of emotions swimming within her, and she was awfully conflicted on whether to bite back verbally or express the rare gratitude within her for not bringing up the flop she did again.


    with more relaxed (yet threatening still) green eyes, sheeppaw lingered on lightingpaw's eyes for a bit before turning back to whitepaw. once again sheeppaw was surprised that whitepaw actually admitted to it with sincerity laced within it. her tongue faintly clicked in her mouth as her surprise flew away and the old whitepaw came back, "if i bleed out at least i won't have to see your ugly mug anymore." she stated plainly, though this time little anger in the words. even at the mention of her nose she still didn't bother cleaning the mess known as her nose.

    whirlkit snickered at whitepaw's comment. of course he could have caught that mouse! couldn't he? he'd never tried before, sure, but sheeppaw made it look so easy.


    the small tom jumped a bit at lightningpaw's interjection, but only because his crush had caught him off guard. gotta look good, gotta look good. he blinked at her harsh words, trying to reconcile his angelic mental image of her with how she acted. how could she say those things... when we're in love?? hm, well i think she's just angry at whitepaw, that's all.


    whirlkit held nothing personal against his precious pookie bear, but sheeppaw was another story. how dare she insult his hunting skills, when she hasn't even seen him in action yet! at present he couldn't think of any good insults, so he simply stuck his tongue out at the black she-cat.

    The black tabby listened, a little intimidated as the cats chattered. Sheeppaw and Lightningpaw in particular seemed like they were a bit of a handful, but Ashpaw decided to speak up anyway. What was the worst that could happen? "Is your nose okay?" he hesitantly asked Sheeppaw, ready to be snapped at. But the young boy couldn't help it - he was the gentle, sympathetic type, and he couldn't stand the sight of other cats in any pain at all, or even the sight of blood. "Oh... and I suggest not killing the mouse's family. They didn't do anything, I mean, they're probably on the other side of the forest, no clue what's going on." Yup, he was so ready to be snarled at, so, so, ready.